Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.